i have dreamed of
you taking me back; you said i was your wildflower in the desert your light in the dark your hope in the sadness but you always ran for the desert danced in the darkness swam in your sadness until you drowned. i have plead that you would take me back hold me tight love me always but you have led me on read my song done me wrong. you said that I had stars in my eyes when i looked at you grace in my arms when i took to you faith in my heart when i forsook the truth but i didn't know that you had eyes for her when you looked at me memories of her when you took to me love for her when you said that you loved me. so now I am taking me back; the smell of my skin and the spark in my eyes, the light of my soul and the tireless tries to reach you, to heal you, to love you so well, to teach you the hope that would lessen your hell. i'm taking my flowers and taking my seeds i'm taking the lockets and taking the keys i'm taking the kindness and taking the peace i'm taking back all of the pieces of me. it's amazing how pain turned love into anger in the time that two tears fell from these blue eyes (and just like that she was gone). how dare you let me love you for so long while you masqueraded me as her i hate you for disrespecting me and taking advantage of my naive and stupid affection for you. who the fuck do you think you are? today is the day that i take me back; these are the last words i will ever write for you.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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